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Not that Informer was any towering achievement in Canadian songwriting history, but Snow's insipid rude-bwoy stutter comes off like pure poetry next to this scrubbed-down teen-pop nightmare.

Returning as some sort of yardie Backstreet Boy, Snow's patois patter is restricted to annoying background sounds in Mind On The Moon, giving way to softly strummed acoustic guitars and clenched-fist sing-alongs. Listening to Snow murmur on about psychedelic revelation is amusing enough, but even funnier is that it took three, four and even five writers - including treble charger's Greig Nori - to come up with a set of anemic songs structured around 30 seconds of music and two minutes of filler.